Aurora - You are my light (Ateez x reader)

TWENTYFOUR 🌶

Contentwarning: Ready for some more? It's a smut-a-thon, enjoy!

As I woke up again, the darkness outside was profound. It must have been the middle of the night, and I was annoyed with myself for falling asleep. I had been eager to take the next step with Yeosang, but the overwhelming rush of my emotions and the orgasm had pulled me into sleep's embrace. Feeling Yeosang's body still breathing deeply and steadily against my back brought me a sense of relief.

His warm body was pressed closely to mine, though his grip had loosened. His right arm lay beneath my head, while his left hand rested gently on my hip. His touch made warmth blossom within me again. I moved closer to him, aligning my hips with his and started to slowly rock against him. I pressed my hips into his, grinding in slow, deliberate circles. I didn't have to wait long for a response; I felt his growing arousal against me almost instantly. I pressed into him a few more times, feeling him harden and throb against me. His grip on my hip tightened suddenly, making me gasp.

"What's this, love?" His voice, deep and husky with sleep, sounded at my ear. He sounded so damn sexy. I felt a desperate urge to see him lose control and to hear him moan with pleasure.

"I couldn't sleep anymore." I kissed his arm beneath my head.

"And what exactly does that mean?" he murmured, kissing my temple with a sleepy smile.

"We could continue from where we left off earlier?" Before I knew it, his left hand had slipped skillfully from my hip into my pants, teasing the area around my already swollen bud without touching it directly. I moaned in surprise and pleasure.

"I think I like that idea," he whispered against my temple. His fingers slid deeper, entering me gently with two fingers. My arousal was undeniable, and he grinned at my ear. "Seems like you do too."

His hardness throbbed insistently against my hips, and I wanted more of him. I turned to face him, wanting to see him, feel him. "Hi," I smiled at his beautiful face.

"Hi, love." He kissed me, wet and demanding, his hands roaming everywhere. His left hand remained at my center, his thumb rubbing my bud while his fingers penetrated me slowly. I gasped into the kiss. His right hand tangled in my hair, pulling it gently but firmly, tilting my head back so he could trail kisses down my exposed throat.

At this point, he could have done anything to me. I was like liquid wax in his hands. A thought popped into my head, wondering where he had learned to do all this so well, causing a strange pang in my stomach that had nothing to do with my building orgasm. I quickly pushed the thought away and focused entirely on the man in front of me, who was once again bringing me to the brink with his skilled fingers.

"I want you to come for me again. First on my fingers, then on my tongue, and finally on my cock," Yeosang murmured against my neck. "Will you do that for me, love?"

Wait, what. Fuck. His coarse words shocked and aroused me in equal measure. All I could do was moan in response as the second orgasm of the night crashed through me. It was so intense and fast that I barely had time to process it. I moaned and gasped, my fingers digging into Yeosang's muscular arms for support. I lost myself in the waves of pleasure that left me dizzy and spent. Even as the last tremors ran through me, he kept his fingers inside me, savoring each twitch. His grip in my hair softened, and I sought his lips, finding strength and calm in his kiss. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty.

"Are you okay?" He lifted my chin with the fingers that had just been inside me, now glistening with my arousal, making me look into his eyes.

"More than okay." The moonlight dimly illuminated the room, and the curtains fluttered gently in the warm summer breeze from the open window. It was perfect. This moment was perfect, and Yeosang was so perfect it made my heart ache.